God of War (Legacy of Gods #6) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Legacy of Gods Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
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Eli’s actions have no business affecting my mood anymore, but the fact that he hasn’t checked on me, offered me his company, or asked how practice has been going is fouling my mood more than it’s supposed to.

And no, his limitless black card and Sam’s emotionless face are no substitute for his lack of interest.

Ari releases me and stares at me expectantly. “Is he really not coming to watch you?”

“Why would he? He never has before and there’s no reason he’d start now.”

“But you want him to?”

“Absolutely not. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named’s presence would only sour the atmosphere.”

She flops onto the worn-out faux leather sofa. “You’re still a horrible liar.”

“Am not.”

“Are, too. You’ve been checking your phone and staring at the door since we got here.”

“It’s about Sam. She’s not a joy to be around, but she’s a marvelous listener and basically a close friend at this point. I wouldn’t survive in that house without her.”

“Uh-huh. More like Sam’s boss.”

I throw a pillow at her, but she catches it and giggles away like a know-it-all. While I love my sister, I’d like to strangle her right now.

At the same time, I’m grateful to have her by my side when everything seems to be falling apart.

Cello is the only thing that makes sense and while I did consider abandoning it in the past, I’d never have been able to do it. That would be no different than discarding a part of my soul—the sane part that’s not brimming with bizarre hallucinations and decisively sickening coping mechanisms.

“You know…” Ari trails off as she stands, ready to take her place in the venue, possibly beside Sam so she can annoy the hell out of her.

For the first time, I feel sorry for the woman.

“Hmm?” I check my nails, even though I made sure they’re not too long to get stuck in anything.

“I could call Eli and chew him out for being a horrible husband and not supporting his wife in her special endeavors.”

I look up. “And make me look desperate?”

“So you are desperate.” Her grin could match the Joker’s.

I stand up, grab her by the shoulders, and push her out. “Go away.”

She slams her feet together like a soldier and salutes. “Will fight in your corner, sis.”

I can’t resist laughing as I close the door and sag against it.

A knock startles me and I pull the knob, ready to give Ari a piece of my mind. Instead, I find a small woman smiling at me. “It’s time, miss.”

I return the smile even as a dozen knots form in my belly. “I’ll be right there.”

With a heavy heart, I walk to the vanity and check my makeup, then touch up my hair. A vibration makes my phone dance on the table before it lights up.

I pause, my heart dropping to my stomach when I find a text from none other than my husband.

Tin Man

Breathe. You’ve been playing the cello since you were five years old. With nearly two decades of experience, you ought to conquer the instrument, not the other way around.

Me

Someone hold me. Is the mighty Mr. King offering words of encouragement right now?

I’m offering facts. And I’m the only one who can hold you. There will be no someone who’ll offer the service.

You’re awful.

So you’ve been telling me. Back to the topic, imagine no one is there. It’s just you and your cello.

I’ll try.

Show them what you’re made of, Mrs. King.

*GIF of three men saluting while drowning in a boat*

I slide my phone onto the vanity and leave with a smile on my face. For some reason, the knots ease little by little, and even though they don’t disappear, I can breathe properly.

Thankfully, this is neither a competition nor a recital. With a sharp inhale, I walk to the podium that’s decorated with white and red roses and approach the white leather chair against which my cello lies.

The hustle and bustle of the attendees remains alive. They don’t all go silent because I’m the main attraction—and possible ridicule—of the night. Everyone is mingling about the tall tables, sipping drinks and chatting.

Still, the sheer number of people present sends a tinge of nervousness through me.

I bow anyway and smile at Ari and Sam, who are standing by one of the front tables. My sister offers me two thumbs-up and Sam smiles at me, which I know took effort because it looks as creepy as a serial killer’s.

Every swallow is exceptionally dry as I slide onto the chair and grab the neck of the cello with clammy fingers. I fine-tune the pegs, although I’ve done it a thousand times already.

My hand stiffens and I pause, knowing full well that if I start playing, I’ll break a string. The need to run away beats beneath my skin like a one-eyed monster.

Maybe I should spare myself the humiliation again⁠—

I lift my head to check the crowd and pause, hugging the cello tighter when I see the two men standing beside Sam and Ari. Leo and, surprisingly, Eli.


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